Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Natsukawa Masaki's body stiffened.

On her doll-like face, a warm and approachable smile unconsciously appeared:

"Good evening... Good evening."

The corridor remained deathly silent.

A faint smell of blood lingered in her nostrils.

In front of her, Kujo Toru stood quietly, his face devoid of any emotion.

She was also holding a fair human leg in each hand.

Natsukawa Masaki followed the gaze.

All I could see was a man and a woman lying face down on the floor.

His disheveled Haneyama High School uniform was stained with blood.

Even though they were dragged along like this, the two of them didn't make a sound.

This guy doesn't seem like an exorcist at all...

Natsukawa Masaki felt a chill run through his body.

The smile on his face looked worse than a grimace.

As a super beautiful girl with a perfect appearance and figure, it seems there's only one thing she can use as a condition in this situation.

He knelt on both knees, placed his hands under his forehead, and assumed a standard dogeza (prostration) posture.

"I will take off all my underwear and offer it to you, so please spare me!"

Book 1: Chapter 18 Birds and Abyss

Faced with the girl's unexpected words, Kujo Toru did not give an immediate reply, but instead looked her up and down.

Her rare long silver hair cascaded down her back, and her legs beneath the dress were long and straight, quite conspicuous even in the darkness.

Because of the dogeza (a traditional Japanese kneeling posture), the waist is lowered, which further accentuates the roundness of the curves.

However, Kujo Toru's attention was not on this at all.

There was no resentment or filth on his body.

In other words, living people?

He released his grip and casually tossed the two human legs he was holding aside.

The sound of the heel hitting the floor made Natsukawa Masaki's eyelids twitch.

"How can you worship something that never existed in the first place?"

The words were spoken in a flat tone, and Kujo Toru didn't even raise an eyebrow when he said them.

"what?"

The completely unexpected answer left Natsukawa Masuzu momentarily stunned.

But soon, she understood what Kujo Toru meant, and a faint blush appeared on her fair face.

I was just angry.

"I'm wearing it!"

She stood up from the floor, puffing out her cheeks.

What supernatural events? What strange flags? What kind of midnight killer teenagers? Get out of here!

The most important thing right now is my reputation!

She has never even touched a man's hand since she was a child, and she is still single. How could she possibly be a crazy woman who runs around without wearing underwear?

She, Xia Chuanzhenliang, is virtuous and clean-living!

"If you don't believe me, I'll take it off right now and show you!"

His azure eyes were filled with determination.

Her hands slowly slipped under her skirt along her plump, fair thighs.

Then--

He turned and ran!

Using intimate clothing to buy someone's life? It's nothing more than a distraction tactic!

Whether you're a man or a woman, regardless of age, hearing a beautiful young woman say such outlandish things will inevitably lead you astray.

And this was the opportunity that Natsukawa Masuzu had been seeking.

This is my escape route! Hehe!

Natsukawa Masaki was very pleased and acted quickly.

Like a bouncy rabbit.

He scrambled up the stairs in just two steps, taking three steps at a time, and reached the third floor in just a few seconds.

Just as she was about to continue running uphill, she seemed to step on something.

Suddenly, the entire stairwell was enveloped in a dim, scarlet light.

A light, pure white figure rushed towards her from upstairs.

The red light shone on the figure, making it seem as if the entire body of the monk was dripping blood.

Natsukawa Masaki's face turned green.

The reflection of a person's face in the pupil.

Rigid and inflexible.

His eyes were closed, and dried blood was still visible at the corners of his eyes and mouth.

Her mind went blank, but her body reacted before she could.

On the second-floor corridor, Kujo Toru checked on the boy and girl.

He found it unexpectedly in the corridor after following the guidance of the [Spirit-Tracing Technique] and putting the pendant back into the girl's desk at the bus stop.

The two men were mentally unstable at the time, shouting and yelling, and even tried to attack him when they saw him.

So Kujo Tetsu simply knocked them unconscious and dragged them to the stairwell.

I plan to resolve this matter first before dealing with them.

The two were breathing steadily, and there was no lingering resentment on their bodies, so it seemed that the vengeful spirit had not harmed them.

However, the remaining three people are probably in a precarious situation.

Just as Kujo Tetsu was about to go upstairs, following the direction in which the resentment was gathering, a silver-white figure rushed down at an extremely fast speed and crashed directly into his arms.

It was the girl who had run away earlier.

"We'll talk about you wanting my underwear later, the ghost's come down!"

Her words came out in a hurry. She grabbed Kujo Toru's arm and cowered behind him.

Kujo Toru raised an eyebrow.

What do you mean by "it's what I want"? Isn't that the deal you made with me?

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a white ghostly figure slowly drifting down the stairs.

It looks just like an old lady taking a stroll.

Kujo Toru immediately recognized it as a plastic head covered with a white cloth, with cheap red paint smeared on it to resemble blood.

"This is the ghost you were talking about?"

I'm speechless.

He grabbed the plastic head with his right hand, pulled hard, and snapped the thin thread hanging on it, smashing it to pieces against the wall.

"Huh?"

Natsukawa Masaki was also dumbfounded.

The thing that almost scared me to death was just a horror prop?

"No way, who's so shameless as to put this kind of thing in school?!"

She was somewhat exasperated.

"Are you from this school?"

"Yes."

Natsukawa felt a bit stuffy.

Unexpectedly, he was so frightened by a terrifying prop that he turned around and walked right into the trap.

"Are you aware of the series of female students falling to their deaths at your school?"

What would you like to know?

Anyway, they're back now. They've been fooled once, so they probably won't fall for it a second time.

Seeing that Kujo Toru had no intention of making a move against him, Natsukawa Masuzu decided to let loose and started chatting with him.

"Were there no warning signs when those three girls fell from the building?"

"The last two were quite sudden. They were chatting and laughing with their friends, and then they went crazy and ran to the rooftop and jumped off."

Natsukawa Masuzu, recalling the recent events on campus, began to slowly recount:

"As for the first one, although most of the information was covered up and other students weren't very clear about it, I still managed to find out a little bit of the inside story..."

The first girl to die in the series of falls from the school building.

She was a girl who moved from the countryside.

He was of average appearance and grades, and his family was not well-off. He often did odd jobs after school to help support his family, so he didn't have much to talk about with the girls in his class, couldn't fit into the clique, and was often ostracized.

Then last month, the girl's father, who worked as a construction worker on a construction site, fell to his death from a height due to mental exhaustion from working two jobs for a long time, which led to him violating safety regulations.

Afterwards, the person in charge at the construction site classified the work injury as an accident on the grounds of not following safety rules, thus saving on compensation.

Only the girl and her mother remained, relying on each other for survival.

The final incident happened last week, on the girl's birthday.

Sakagami confessed his feelings to her.

The girl believed she had found sunshine in the darkness.

Feeling inferior, withdrawn, and deeply troubled, she never even considered why Sakagami, who had been bullying her, would do such a thing.

They resolutely chose to embrace this seemingly warm light.

In the end, all they got in return was merciless ridicule and an even deeper darkness.

"You country bumpkin, you don't actually think Sakagami likes you, do you? Hahahaha..."

Those were the gyaru (sexy girls) who often hung out with Sakagami and the others, and they were also the first to ostracize her.

"Yamada, you lost, pay up! I told you, these kinds of women will agree to anything as long as you're good-looking."

That face, which clearly looked so clean and sunny, was now covered in ugliness.

The crimson sunset hung over the mountaintop, seemingly mocking the girl's naiveté.

then.

She raised her head.

I remember the faces of these people very well.

Take a leap.

It was like a bird spreading its wings.

Throw yourself into the abyss that awaits you.

"...The two girls who fell after her were the ones who were responsible for calling her to the rooftop."